Sometimes I hang out with the devil

I don’t mean to

The little voices creep in

Doubt and fear

Or the worst: disappointment

I’m taken for a spin

I need an anecdote

A specialized surgeon because I’m so disjointed

So I start the day with some Psalms

A bit of Revelation, and I have hope

God’s words are balm

On this frenetic mind

I chew on them and take my time

I am wonderfully made

There’s no place, no shame I could sink into that would ever remove His grace

I let that sink in and it silences what all my gremlins have to say

I am exquisite workmanship

The prized, the fought-for, the radiant bride

And I pray that God will help me believe it

Not to be applauded on the internet

The quintessential influencer is the One who made me

The One who formed the whole world and who knows me

I ponder this and no lie can throw me

It’s not self-adulation

Rather a celebration – that I’m loved by my Maker

I am not a disappointment

No, I’m divinely anointed

And I can be still

How his thoughts are so precious

They supplant all my doubts and second guesses

I think on His thoughts

They trump the devil’s taunts

How sublime are God’s

I set my mind on them

So I’ve decided that instead of the devil, I’m gonna hang out with Him